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Consider this:

The Circle Game

When our guests arrived for dinner last weekend, my friend and fellow mom had tears in her eyes. “My dad’s in the hospital,” she said, red eyes filling again. “I just got off the phone with my mother on the East Coast.”

My pal paused, then grasped for more words to explain her fragile state.

“It sounds so stupid to say this,” she told us. “But one day my parents are going to die.”

Consider this:

Like Me, If You Dare

This essay you’ve just started reading – what do you think about it so far? Do you like it, or do you “Like” it? Would you Forward it or Share it? Might you go so far as to Recommend it? In our world of click-based ego, I’m as guilty as the next poster – I mean, person – when it comes to obsessively checking for responses to something I post. Even with my barely-there online presence, I find myself jones-ing for the delicious dopamine rush that follows a friendly comment or a kindly share. Read more

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How The Heck Do You Impress A Teenager?

Our family recently saw the Tony-award-winning show, Hedwig and The Angry Inch. Do you know the story of Hedwig? It’s about a beautiful, troubled young man who escapes grim East Berlin courtesy of a sex change operation that gets botched (what’s left is the “angry inch”) and leaves “him” navigating life as “her” in America’s Midwest. Technically, the show is a musical, but that’s like describing a nine-course meal at Napa’s French Laundry as a snack. Read more

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Get Back In Whack

A good friend of mine is out of alignment. It’s not a spinal issue. If she had a chiropractic problem, she’d make an appointment and get it fixed. My pal’s misalignment is more complicated – and, potentially, more debilitating. Seems she’s currently out of spiritual alignment. Creative alignment. Professional, physical and emotional alignment, too.

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To Sleep, Perchance (But Probably Not)

Every night for the past week, I’ve had a hot date at 3:00 a.m. sharp. It’s not with my husband. It’s not even with another person. The date for which I’m sometimes early but never late is with an inanimate object glowing red on my bedside table: my alarm clock.